She had remarkable long eye lashes, storm blue eyes that held a man eating glint, perfectly made cupid-bow lips that turning into a smile like cold water in a desert, her skin was tan from the sun, with hair that was never still – it drifted around her head as if floating on distant tides.  She was sex; She wore it like a translucent veil, like a heady perfume

She was psychedelic, and if there wasn't acid in the drinking waster, I acted like there ought to have been.  She had done everything and believed in nothing and She fucked like She invented fucking.  She had the Transcendence of Louise Brooks, the Sex Appeal of Marilyn Monroe and the Sluttish Elegance of Rita Hayworth

My soul was both deeply Repulsed and Profoundly thrilled at the amount of flesh on view when I would see her.  Nothing was left to the imagination and everything was.  She was my dream; and if you touch a dream it vanishes like a soap bubble. (pop)

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She was everything a man would have wanted in a woman before he knew what he wanted.
Those eyes that had once captured your very soul turned into blue pits of soulless mirrors.
The smile that had once brightened my day held more than just words and now formed into a perfect "O" most of her nights.  Those cupid-bow lips turned to whoring, she had more sausage going in her mouth that a hot dog eating contest. The only thing she began spitting out were lies faster that a man could register them.  
She kept on Fucking; right through your friends, your acquaintances and co-workers. Fucking till she was nothing but a used up piece of meat that wasn't fit for the dogs.
She was my dream... my dream... and sometimes,  Dreams can turn into Nightmares. ...
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I guess the old saying still holds true: "When you lay down with dogs you end up with fleas." Well she was a bloodsucker all right and I am glad I was rid of her before I had to go to the Doctor.  But Don't worry, I am not Bitter about it.